The more and more I fall in love with him, the more I think about you. I compare you two constantly. I always compared you to people too, but I was comparing you to people who didn't exist. You did things that no one had ever done. You made me comfortable- both with you and with myself. You made me happy. My days saw more smiles than they ever had. You had me wrapped around your finger because no one had ever done the things you had done.
I tried my hardest not to compare him to you. But it has become entirely impossible. Every time he kisses me, I think about how much more love his holds than yours did. When he wraps his arms around me just to kiss my head and tell me how cute I am, I think about how little I heard it from you. When I wake up in the middle of the night to him wrapping me in his arms and kissing my shoulder, I think about how you refused to cuddle me because it was uncomfortable. When he slides his hands down my naked form-with nothing less than admiration in his eyes- I think about how unattractive you made me feel. When he opens up to me- like he's talking about the weather- I think about how hard it was to get you to tell me how you feel. When we disagree and he speaks so calmly and so honest, I think about all the fights we had that left me in tears because you would just stare at me like I was nothing. When he talks about marrying me, it makes me happier than it ever did coming from you.
I can't help but compare you to him because when he tells me he loves me, I believe him more than I ever believed you.
